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23 miles from Baltimore, to the heights of Derby, on an errand. Paddy, thinking and ruminating on the road that he had not yet seen a blaekamoorblackamoor [sic], forgot the direetingdirecting [sic]-post on the road, and got en-tangled in a forest; it happened to be deep snow, and there was a large blaekblack [sic] bear lying at the root of a tree, whiehwhich [sic] he did not observe till within a few yards of him. 'Hurra, my darling!' says he, 'here's one of them now at last—queen of glory! suehsuch [sic] a nose as he has: they talk about Loughey Fadaghan's nose; why, the noses of all the Fadaghans put together would not make this fellow's nose. I never saw one of your sort before,' says Paddy; 'why, man, you'll get your death of eowldcowld [sic] lying there; I have an odd tester yet left, that I brought from Cushendall, and if there’s a shebeen near this, I'll give you a snifter, for I'd like to have a talk with you.' 'Boo,' says the bear. 'Lord, what a voice he has—he could sing a roaring song.' 'Boo, boo!' again cries the bear. 'Who are you booing at, may I ax? for if it’s fun you're making of me, ram my fist up to the elbow in you.' Up get the bear, and eatehescatches [sic] Paddy by the shoulder. 'Is it for wrestling you are? —Cushendall for that—soul, but you grip too tight, my jewel; you had better take your fist out of my shoulder, or I'll take an unfair advantage of you.' Paddy went to eatehcatch [sic] him by the middle; 'O sweet bad luekluck [sic] to you,